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Circle of Life

It was a roller coaster life
Until it was not fun anymore
 
Whirlwind tours
Large, life changing projects
Lots of love
Lots of attention
Until it was a party no more.

When it rained
And the grass was green again
When it was springtime
And the Vishu flowers
Bloomed again
I could sense her call
In the increased longing
Of my lines now gradually filling
With pathos and loss

I looked at the work-bay
So antiseptically clean!
The computer screen
With a background
That now had no new stories to tell!
And I looked out of the window
And saw a million cars
Being driven
To now meaningless places
For now meaningless reasons.

I closed my eyes and she spoke to me...
Through the pollen and the petrichor
Through the call of the fisherman
And the song of the paddy field worker
I could hear the evening drums from my village temple
Now beat closer home than ever before
The deity would visit me in my dream
And ordain: Follow me home, follow me home, follow me home!

It is only a little tract of land
That now lies deserted
For she was a small woman,
With a big village for a heart!

It is now time for me to head back home
And clear the weeds from where she sleeps

Till the land until it glows anew
With her berries, tubers and what she wills.

 

Vishu Tree: The Indian Laburnum or the Golden Shower Tree

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